Date: Thu, 19 Apr 2001 21:57:52 -0000
From: Jake deEnternet
Subject: jock-roommate-ruckus
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I'm just writing this to blow off some steam; let me know if you want a
sequel... collegejake19@hotmail.com
jock-roommate-ruckus (tt, college, oral)
by Jake
This whole story starts last fall with my arrival at a major
midwestern university. I'm a pretty average guy, major undecided, 6'2, 180
pounds of pretty solidly packed muscle (I played varsity football in high
school and was on the swim team, although my swimming was half-assed at
best.) I have the beginnings of a 6pack and defined pecs, and a somewhat
dark tan that I get just from being outside. My hair and eyes are both
brown, and apart from head hair, I'm almost totally smooth. I have a tiny
amount of leg hair and a treasure trail, but my chest is almost completely
hairless, and I shave it just to make sure it stays that way. All in all,
I'm your average college guy, except for the fact that I'm bi - a fact that
nobody knew but me.
I moved in at the end of August to my room in Tennison Hall. It was
a sucky room, and since I got there second I ended up with the bed closest
to the door, and almost no privacy. My roommate would be walking through my
half of the room whenever he wanted to get to his. Plus when I sat at my
desk my back would always be to the door. Curiously enough, I didn't see my
roommate, even though everything on his side was moved in. It was an
average decorating job - a few beer posters, a beanbag chair, a big piece
of carpeting. I had no clue what he'd look like, so I told my parents
good-bye and laid down on my bed to watch TV.
He came in about an hour later, and WOW, was he nice! He was about
an inch shorter than me, and had spiky blonde hair and beautiful medium
blue eyes. He'd have been too light for me, but he had a beautiful tan
too. His muscles were very nice, even though at the time all I could see
was his biceps. He had a nice baby blue muscle t and navy blue adidas
windpants on. Definitely a guy I could "get to know."
I stood up and shook his hand. "Hey, looks like we'll be rooming
together this year. I'm Jake."
He nodded. "Justin. Nice to meet ya."
He sat down at his computer. Damned if he was going to be a
computer nerd. By now it was about 7 on a Friday, so people were getting
ready to go out. Of course Justin and I met with a bunch of people on the
floor and got ready to leave. Justin changed into khakis and a preppy
button-down camp shirt over a wife beater, and I just stayed in my khakis
and long sleeved t, but I put on a nicer preppy shirt over it.
The party sucked, and I ended up having about 3 beers - enough to
buzz, but not enough to get very drunk. Justin, on the other hand, got
completely plastered. Every time I looked over at him, he was taking shots
of something or other. Regular vodka, peach vodka, peppermint schnapps,
tequila, apple pucker, whatever. He'd be downing it, and making an ass out
of himself. Oddly enough, I never saw him talking to any girls, just
staying in out group. But hey, he was just shy and needed to get liquored
up to get talking. Nothing wrong with that.
We got back to our room about 1am, and it was so stuffy we could
hardly breathe. The first thing this blonde god did was whip off his shirt
and pants, leaving him in just a delicious wife beater and his
boxers. These boxers were silk, navy blue, and almost knee length, but they
clung to his ass in such a hot way that I knew I had to have him by the end
of the year. His beater came off after a few minutes, giving me a great
chance to view his chest. It was perfect. His 6pack looked like a bunch of
little hard buns, and his pecs were the hot, muscular type that so many
well-developed college guys have. His biceps had veins running through
them, and his neck was nice and thick. This guy was perfect, and I'm sure
had he not been so plastered, would have been a total prick. But I scoped
him out without his knowing, and when he went to take a shower, I figured I
could at least help myself to his clothes while he was gone.
He left in his boxers, which made me curse to myself. But when he
went, I made sure I wouldn't be caught. I locked the door behind him,
knowing that his keys were on his dresser. Then I picked up his wife beater
and held it to my nose.
His wife beater was this tiny thing that was almost transparent
with sweat. It smelled just like him; that rich, musky odor of a college
stud. My cock began to rise to semi-erect status, but I knew I couldn't
whip it out here if I wanted to take it slow like I usually did. So I threw
his beater back into his laundry basket and got ready for bed. I took off
my shirts and pants, leaving on some nice plaid Abercrombie boxers. I'm an
Abercrombie guy, I should tell you that now. =) I sat at my desk and waited
for him to start pounding on the door to let him in.
Sure enough, about ten minutes later there was a pounding on my
door. "Jake, Jake, (knock knock knock), Let me in; It's Justin!"
I opened the door, and in walked a clean, dried, and
freshly-boxered Justin. He threw his towel and boxers into his laundry
basket, and stood with his back to me for a while, almost as if he was
daring me to check him out again. I did, of course, and noticed his new
boxers were decorated with grapes, and a little tighter and shorter. He sat
back at his desk and started typing, if you could call his blunt,
henpecked, drunk hitting of the keys typing. Watching him out of the corner
of my eye, I could feel my manhood beginning to rise. Was he glancing at me
too? There was only one way to test my hypothesis.
"Whatcha doing, Justin?" I asked as I walked over next to him. My
semi-hard cock was at his eye level.
"Nothin, just some shit," he replied. "Uhhhh, I don't feel so
good."
I touched his arm very gently, almost stroking it. That muscle was
so tight, my cock almost instantly sprang to full hardness. I gave his arm
a little squeeze. That did the trick. My 7 inch cock was now at full
attention (under my boxers) I tried to hide it, but not too hard.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" I asked.
"Nah, I broke up with her before I came here."
FUCK! He had a girlfriend. He was straight. Of course, all
beautiful guys are straight. But that doesn't mean that he still would turn
my mouth away. I said nothing, but I slowly moved my fingertips back and
forth along his arm. He got up. I was scared he was going to take a swing
at me, but the combination of alcohol and a warm touch on his body was
working to my advantage. He lied down on his bed on his back and began to
mumble.
"Go ahead, man."
That was all I needed to hear. I slid his cotton boxers down to his
knees and stared at his beautiful penis. It was only semi-hard, but it
still looked almost 6 inches. It had a huge head, and was the perfect
thickness. I took off my boxers and threw them on my bed as I kneeled
against the side of his bed and started playing with his cock, pulling on
it. It took about 5 seconds to get him fully aroused. My mouth went on top
of it, lips wrapping around his thick, juicy sausage. I worked it, but
apparently he had been somewhat aroused for a while now, and I could feel
him preparing to burst. I slowed down.
After another 3 or 4 minutes, he was getting ready to blow. He
tapped my on the shoulder and tried to push me away, like he didn't want to
blow his load in my mouth. I grabbed his abs and pushed him down (damn his
abs were fine), and gave a few fast sucks until he finally came. It was a
huge burst of man seed, coming out of an equally large piece of dick. I was
still fully worked up, so I stuck one hand down my boxers to get myself
off. After all this playing, I exploded just thinking about what I had just
done. I has satisfied another jock like me orally.
The next morning he said to me "Dude, do you remember what happened
last night."
I said, "Yeah."
He said, "If you're gay, that's cool. I'm not gonna like turn you
away or anything."
That was all he said. We had a lot more fun, and he introduced me
to some more guys on our floor. But that's a story for another day...
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